Zhan Bei Jue held Min'er silently, comforting her until she finally calmed down.
Because she had been given medication and was exhausted, she slowly fell asleep again not long after calming down.
Only when he confirmed she was sound asleep did Zhan Bei Jue stand up.
He tucked her in, then looked at Jiang Nan Fang.
"You watch her here, I'm going out."
He had cried.
This was the first time Jiang Nan Fang had seen his eyes redden since she had known him.
In Jiang Nan Fang's eyes, no, in everyone's eyes, he was so tall, so imposing, so omnipotent.
Yet, there were people he couldn't protect.
This sense of frustration, this irrecoverable helplessness, must have been deeply painful for him.
Jiang Nan Fang knew what he was going to do.
She wouldn't ask, nor would she stop him.
There was no need even to remind him to be careful.
Because if it were her, she would have reacted the same way as Zhan Bei Jue.
Those maggots hiding in the dark deserved to be exposed when they encountered someone as upright as him.
The staff member was still waiting at the door.
When Zhan Bei Jue went out and met his gaze, he asked again.
"Where was she found?"
"The team has already found out. She was picked up in a car at a block near a real estate company. An arrest warrant is being applied for, please don't worry."
Zhan Bei Jue asked expressionlessly, "The license plate number."
"Mr. Zhan..."
"I asked for the license plate number."
"Nan A XXX."
He strode out.
While walking, he called Zhou Jin Bei.
"I'll send you a license plate number. In one minute, tell me who the owner is."
By the time he reached the entrance of the inpatient department, Zhou Jin Bei had already sent over the owner's name.
Zou Jian Min. The president of a bank in Nancheng.
Zhan Bei Jue was very familiar with this name. He had dealt with him a lot before.
He knew he wasn't an honest person, but he didn't expect him to be so dishonest.
Because, if he remembered correctly, at Ke Teng's dinner party before, he had mentioned Min'er's relationship with him.
To dare to act against someone he knew belonged to Zhan Bei Jue, wasn't that intentional provocation?
Zhan Bei Jue drove directly to the bank.
Seeing him, the staff hurriedly ushered him towards the VIP room.
"Call your President Zou out."
Thinking that a big business had arrived, the staff went quickly.
Zou Jian Min had just arrived in his office, still savoring the exciting scenes of last night.
When the staff member went to inform him that Zhan Bei Jue was here, he was startled.
Could Shen Min'er have already complained to him and come to settle the score?
But then he calmed down.
Zhan Bei Jue was someone who cared about his interests and reputation. Given their years of acquaintance, he wouldn't fall out with him over a mere girl.
Besides, they were both men, who didn't know the other?
Could he guarantee he had no shady dealings?
Composing himself, he walked out, pretending nothing was wrong.
Seeing his plump face appear at the doorway with a disgusting smile, Zhan Bei Jue didn't say a word. He stood up, rushed to the door like a gust of wind, and grabbed him by the neck.
One was 1.7 meters tall, the other 1.9 meters.
Although Mr. Zou was plump, in Zhan Bei Jue's hands, he was like a head of cabbage.
His strength was immense, and President Zou stumbled back under his grip.
Amidst the screams of the staff, he was slammed against the corridor wall with a thud.
"Mr. Zhan, you..."
Zhan Bei Jue raised his right hand, aimed at his face, and delivered two sharp slaps.
Then, he bent his right leg, aimed his knee at his abdomen, and kicked with all his might.
Caught off guard, President Zou cried out in pain.
Unable to withstand two blows, he bent over like a shrimp.
Zhan Bei Jue released him, kicked his bent leg fiercely, and the man collapsed to the ground. Then, he put all his weight on his left foot and stomped on his face.
Grinding down hard.
"Who else? Speak."
Zou Jian Min had entered the bank in his twenties and lived to be almost fifty, rising steadily.
Although his status was not as high as Zhan Bei Jue's, he was used to being pampered. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?
In pain, urgency, and anger, his mouth was pressed into an ugly oval.
He retorted to Zhan Bei Jue in a changed voice.
"Don't think you're so great just because your family has a lot of money! What are you going crazy for? Are you above the law? Don't think I'm afraid to report you!"
Still in the mood to argue about irrelevant things?
And still had the nerve to mention reporting him?
Zhan Bei Jue lifted his right leg into the air, put all his weight on his left leg, and pressed down hard on his temple.
Grinding it until his face looked like a deformed lantern.
He let out a pig-like howl.
"You're crazy, get away, it hurts so much!"
"Help! Someone come quickly, pull him away, he's gone mad!"
Hearing the sounds of fighting and howling from inside, colleagues rushed over to see.
Most of the bank employees were women, and seeing this scene, they were all stunned into immobility.
"Call security – what are you all standing there for? Quickly call security to drag him away!"
President Zou, lying on the ground, yelled at everyone with a ferocious expression.
Finally, someone reacted and tremblingly started to run towards the door.
Zhan Bei Jue cast a cold glance.
"You haven't been bullied enough by him yet? You enjoy being bullied by him? You're quite willing to see him continue to live?"
This sentence seemed to rip off the masks hidden on everyone's faces.
Instantly, everyone's faces turned paler.
They looked at each other, and tacitly chose silence.
It seemed that no one present had escaped his unspoken rules.
It was just that no one dared to speak up usually.
Zhan Bei Jue's gaze shifted back to Zou Jian Min, and he stomped on him again.
"I gave you a chance to speak, but you're stubborn, right? Fine."
He reached out his hand to a nearby staff member.
"Gloves."
The staff members wore white gloves as they dealt with cash daily.
Tremblingly, one took them off and handed them to him.
Under everyone's gaze, Zhan Bei Jue unhurriedly put on the gloves.
He squatted down, grabbed his hair, and began to drag him towards the middle of the crowd.
Zou Jian Min, greasy with sweat from the pain, bared his teeth.
While resisting, he grabbed his wrist and struggled in a death throe.
"I haven't done anything wrong to you. I just signed a contract with Ke Teng, it's fair competition, is it worth it for you?"
"Zhan Bei Jue, there's surveillance everywhere here, you can't get away with this, don't do anything rash!"
"You are no longer worthy of speaking to me. Save some energy to see the world one last time."
Everyone, scared, dodged to the side, clearing a path for them.
Dragging him to the center of the lobby, Zhan Bei Jue made sure all the cameras were pointed at him and said faintly.
"I'll send you to hell myself, that's elevating you, you scumbag."
With that, he took off the gloves, threw them at his face.
While he was covering his face, he stepped on his vital area and ground down hard.
Everyone closed their eyes in fright.
Zou Jian Min's painful howls echoed through the lobby.
Not only that, but his dirty hands kept grabbing at Zhan Bei Jue's pants, so Zhan Bei Jue simply twisted them in the opposite direction, dislocating them.
Then came his feet, his legs.
Until he could no longer make a sound and lay there like a dead pig.